With a scar across his cheek, he hissed, “So, grandpa, where’s your stash?” We are aware that you have some!

Helplessly, the elderly guy put his hands over his head, but the strikes persisted. As though it were amusement, they delighted in his frailty.

But then a piercing female voice called out:

Enough!

Everybody’s head turned toward the voice. Out of the mist came a woman in a uniform. She was around thirty-five years old. Tall and majestic, with a confident walk and a solid gaze.

The robbers were surprised for a moment, but then their faces lit up with raptors’ smiles. They gazed lustfully at the girl.